Ward hesitates, looking back at her and thinking solely of 33. I don't know what to do. There's a lingering sense of responsibility - wherever she is she has no one at all and this...

He offers her a hand, "...Perhaps. I mean temporarily."

Admitting weakness in a scenario like this is death, his features rigid for a moment, "...I think it'd be important."

Silence from him for a good five minutes, then, "...Grant Ward."